<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3825113</id><updated>2012-01-11T11:36:25.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Driving My Road</title><subtitle type='html'>Thoughts, etc., etc., etc.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drivingmyroad.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3825113/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drivingmyroad.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bridget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04031979874296146979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>49</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3825113.post-109830449233611497</id><published>2004-10-20T16:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-20T16:40:41.673-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It feels nice to come to MY home and relax with nothing pressing I have to worry  aboot!  To catch up on e-mail, or stare at the wall- thats nice to from time to time-, or watch a Simpsons video, etc.  I truly enjoy living alone.  I wish I had a bit more free time to actually accomplish a few things 'round here though.  I was sent to Dunwoody this past week for management classes. Overall it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drivingmyroad.blogspot.com/feeds/109830449233611497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3825113&amp;postID=109830449233611497&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3825113/posts/default/109830449233611497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3825113/posts/default/109830449233611497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drivingmyroad.blogspot.com/2004/10/it-feels-nice-to-come-to-my-home-and.html' title=''/><author><name>??</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520020072064286481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3825113.post-109313997568204894</id><published>2004-08-21T21:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-24T15:55:55.870-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bible Study FWD / MAC Lovers Unite or My Poor PaperweightA new pastor was visiting in the homes of his parishioners. At one house it seemed obvious that someone was at home, but no answer came to his repeated knocks at the door. Therefore, he took out a card and wrote "Revelation 3:20" on the back of it and stuck it in the door. When the offering was processed the following Sunday, he found </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drivingmyroad.blogspot.com/feeds/109313997568204894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3825113&amp;postID=109313997568204894&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3825113/posts/default/109313997568204894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3825113/posts/default/109313997568204894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drivingmyroad.blogspot.com/2004/08/bible-study-fwd-mac-lovers-unite-or-my.html' title=''/><author><name>??</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520020072064286481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3825113.post-109164039318736639</id><published>2004-08-04T12:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-21T21:48:33.070-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I went to church with my friend Stacy this Sunday.  She has recently taken over the 'children department' and has asked me to help her.  While I'm totally diggin the idea I'm not sure that it's for me.  It's not my church for starters and before I could become that devoted to a ministry I would want to be a member.  Secondly their ministry leaders other than Stacy are a little lost as far as what</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drivingmyroad.blogspot.com/feeds/109164039318736639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3825113&amp;postID=109164039318736639&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3825113/posts/default/109164039318736639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3825113/posts/default/109164039318736639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drivingmyroad.blogspot.com/2004/08/i-went-to-church-with-my-friend-stacy.html' title=''/><author><name>??</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520020072064286481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3825113.post-109138106657958830</id><published>2004-08-01T13:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-01T13:24:26.580-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dude.  Righteous pity party I threw yesterday huh.  I mean it was bitchin' man.  The 'House of Brain' got totally rocked but it's not too trashed out, I swear.  You can tell there was a big commotion cause there are still straggling thoughts hanging out here and there but most are passed out on the couch and floor with all the broken stuff and empty Budwoeismeer bottles on the floor.  And of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drivingmyroad.blogspot.com/feeds/109138106657958830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3825113&amp;postID=109138106657958830&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3825113/posts/default/109138106657958830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3825113/posts/default/109138106657958830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drivingmyroad.blogspot.com/2004/08/dude.html' title=''/><author><name>??</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520020072064286481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3825113.post-109127717437692474</id><published>2004-07-31T08:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-31T09:26:26.936-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's Saturday morning, my afternoon of sorts, and I have five glorious dollars that I can call mine.  Yes it's money hard earned, by myself, and for me only and I should feel greatful and proud that I earned them and yet I feel they 'mockk and speet' at me considering I cashed my check at four yesterday.  This sets the next two weeks up to be quite miserable.  I do however have a whopping full </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drivingmyroad.blogspot.com/feeds/109127717437692474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3825113&amp;postID=109127717437692474&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3825113/posts/default/109127717437692474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3825113/posts/default/109127717437692474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drivingmyroad.blogspot.com/2004/07/its-saturday-morning-my-afternoon-of.html' title=''/><author><name>??</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520020072064286481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3825113.post-109080938399078253</id><published>2004-07-25T22:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-25T22:36:43.270-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm tired today.  I didn't leave work on time this morning and I didn't lie down when I got home.  I eventually got to bed about 3pm.  I was so upset and depressed after work.  I wasn't able to go to church because I didn't have enough gas to get there.  Besides that I'm a little leary of driving my car that far considering I just got it back.  I know I have enough gas to get to work but I don't </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drivingmyroad.blogspot.com/feeds/109080938399078253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3825113&amp;postID=109080938399078253&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3825113/posts/default/109080938399078253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3825113/posts/default/109080938399078253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drivingmyroad.blogspot.com/2004/07/im-tired-today.html' title=''/><author><name>??</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520020072064286481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3825113.post-109069477358524226</id><published>2004-07-24T14:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-24T14:46:13.586-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> God is good and oh so patient.  I don't know why we find it so hard to trust in him.  Why is it the trivial things of this world can be so bothersome and terrifying and maddening and so hurtful.  There is so much that I take for granted that he has so freely given.  I have so much and I give so very little.  The really sad thing is that the things that bother and madden and hurt do so by my own </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drivingmyroad.blogspot.com/feeds/109069477358524226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3825113&amp;postID=109069477358524226&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3825113/posts/default/109069477358524226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3825113/posts/default/109069477358524226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drivingmyroad.blogspot.com/2004/07/god-is-good-and-oh-so-patient.html' title=''/><author><name>??</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520020072064286481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3825113.post-108933288714295060</id><published>2004-07-08T20:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-18T13:30:42.753-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Why do I fight you so?  Other people, God, or myself: the three areas I devote all of what makesup who I am.  I feel like I've been in limbo lately, not fully submittingto anything, just sitting back and watching my actions and looking at mymotives but not actually being a 'part' of it all.  I have moments when Islip in and truly enjoy that conversation or involve all of my qualitiesin projects</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drivingmyroad.blogspot.com/feeds/108933288714295060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3825113&amp;postID=108933288714295060&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3825113/posts/default/108933288714295060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3825113/posts/default/108933288714295060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drivingmyroad.blogspot.com/2004/07/why-do-i-fight-you-so-other-people-god.html' title=''/><author><name>??</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520020072064286481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3825113.post-108922450594550472</id><published>2004-07-07T14:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-07T14:21:45.946-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Isaiah 46:4Even when you are old, I will be the same.  Even when your hair has turned gray, I will take care of you.    2 Corinthians 4:18What we see will last only a short time, but what we cannot see will last forever.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drivingmyroad.blogspot.com/feeds/108922450594550472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3825113&amp;postID=108922450594550472&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3825113/posts/default/108922450594550472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3825113/posts/default/108922450594550472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drivingmyroad.blogspot.com/2004/07/isaiah-464-even-when-you-are-old-i.html' title=''/><author><name>??</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520020072064286481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3825113.post-108896394092764354</id><published>2004-07-04T13:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-07T14:03:49.143-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh how I do love the wonderful joy ..and pain of the mighty 2x4 of God.  I think I've been emotionally ...ducking this oh so pleasant, pounding pain.  The ache of being satiated.  Full on nothing.  Apathetic.  I have been given, today, a spiritual enima.  LOL!  I want to hunger and thirst once more for his righteousness.  I just gotta get all the um crap I've put in my life outta' the way.  This</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drivingmyroad.blogspot.com/feeds/108896394092764354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3825113&amp;postID=108896394092764354&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3825113/posts/default/108896394092764354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3825113/posts/default/108896394092764354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drivingmyroad.blogspot.com/2004/07/oh-how-i-do-love-wonderful-joy.html' title=''/><author><name>??</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520020072064286481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3825113.post-108680711000171412</id><published>2004-06-09T14:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-09T14:57:36.420-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok ... I now have roomates.  This is actually very new for me.  Having a roomate that is more like a boyfriend is quite different from your everyday literal 'roomate.'  I already know I'm not going to enjoy having other people here.  There are so many reasons.  I will now have to remember to take everything I need with me ahead of time to the bathroom when taking a shower.  I have to clean.  I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drivingmyroad.blogspot.com/feeds/108680711000171412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3825113&amp;postID=108680711000171412&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3825113/posts/default/108680711000171412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3825113/posts/default/108680711000171412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drivingmyroad.blogspot.com/2004/06/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>??</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520020072064286481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3825113.post-108654366609782334</id><published>2004-06-06T13:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-06T15:55:58.203-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>No one knows I still write here so I think I'll be able to be a bit more liberal with my thoughts, free thinking, ...You know, being there is no threat of actually being read. LOL  I should be in bed right now but here I am watching L.A. Confidential (good movie, excellent soundtrack) and drooling on the keyboard over Kevin Spacey.  MMMMMMM, oh sorry, another actor of note in this particular </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drivingmyroad.blogspot.com/feeds/108654366609782334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3825113&amp;postID=108654366609782334&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3825113/posts/default/108654366609782334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3825113/posts/default/108654366609782334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drivingmyroad.blogspot.com/2004/06/no-one-knows-i-still-write-here-so-i.html' title=''/><author><name>??</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520020072064286481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3825113.post-108637710369392717</id><published>2004-06-04T15:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-04T15:39:01.756-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Surprise!!!  Don't faint or anything.  Sorry for the delay of posts but I decided to rebel against my telephone company and not pay a bill .... they had better lawyers.  So here I am once more in cyber world with all my junky-friends ..... all 3 of .. er 2 ... how many of you actually read this?  ..... So here I am with me, myself and ... God typing away laboriously as I have not been in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drivingmyroad.blogspot.com/feeds/108637710369392717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3825113&amp;postID=108637710369392717&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3825113/posts/default/108637710369392717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3825113/posts/default/108637710369392717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drivingmyroad.blogspot.com/2004/06/surprise-dont-faint-or-anything.html' title=''/><author><name>??</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520020072064286481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3825113.post-107397322823264470</id><published>2004-01-13T00:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-13T00:58:33.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My blog has a mind of it's own.  ?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drivingmyroad.blogspot.com/feeds/107397322823264470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3825113&amp;postID=107397322823264470&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3825113/posts/default/107397322823264470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3825113/posts/default/107397322823264470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drivingmyroad.blogspot.com/2004/01/my-blog-has-mind-of-its-own.html' title=''/><author><name>??</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520020072064286481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3825113.post-107214380600602799</id><published>2003-12-22T20:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-22T21:59:20.793-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have lived in my head all of my life.  I lived through imagination; I fulfilled my dreams, could play every instrument  I ever wanted to, met the love of my life, etc.  I've been pondering the effects this 'daydreaming' has had on my life quite frequently lately. (hence my last blog)  More so after I read The Physicist's blog A Full Life and saw the movie Amelie.  I told a friend the other day </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drivingmyroad.blogspot.com/feeds/107214380600602799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3825113&amp;postID=107214380600602799&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3825113/posts/default/107214380600602799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3825113/posts/default/107214380600602799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drivingmyroad.blogspot.com/2003/12/i-have-lived-in-my-head-all-of-my-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Bridget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04031979874296146979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3825113.post-107152878195702067</id><published>2003-12-15T17:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-15T17:54:12.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Imagine Life With ImagiNatioN I feel the breath upon my back and the ever-orange on my face, as I stare into the east from whence she blows on an evening day.  I have known sweet love concieved in quiet nights of passion that sweetly lingers in the morning haze.  When cold sheets hit my stillborne skin must my heart smile fade away?To dare to dream has risks unknown to those who fail to try.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drivingmyroad.blogspot.com/feeds/107152878195702067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3825113&amp;postID=107152878195702067&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3825113/posts/default/107152878195702067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3825113/posts/default/107152878195702067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drivingmyroad.blogspot.com/2003/12/imagine-life-with-imagination-i-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>??</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520020072064286481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3825113.post-106948275167219296</id><published>2003-11-21T22:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-22T01:35:54.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A life in turmoil, heart heavy with pain.Many thoughts to toil hopes wisdom gain.Talks of strength befall weary earsWords held deep fight woeful tears.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drivingmyroad.blogspot.com/feeds/106948275167219296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3825113&amp;postID=106948275167219296&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3825113/posts/default/106948275167219296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3825113/posts/default/106948275167219296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drivingmyroad.blogspot.com/2003/11/life-in-turmoil-heart-heavy-with-pain.html' title=''/><author><name>Bridget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04031979874296146979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3825113.post-106237858715681218</id><published>2003-08-31T21:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-31T22:40:09.846-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>    I will punish her for the days of [her idols],      when she offered incense to them     and decked herself with her ring and jewelery,      and went after her lovers,      and forgot me [and did not know me], says the Lord.    Therefore, I will now allure her,      and bring her into the wilderness,      and speak tenderly to her.    From there I will give her her vineyards,      </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drivingmyroad.blogspot.com/feeds/106237858715681218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3825113&amp;postID=106237858715681218&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3825113/posts/default/106237858715681218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3825113/posts/default/106237858715681218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drivingmyroad.blogspot.com/2003/08/i-will-punish-her-for-days-of-her.html' title=''/><author><name>Bridget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04031979874296146979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3825113.post-106236787842408269</id><published>2003-08-31T18:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-31T18:14:13.120-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>UPDATE:Lost puppy found!I was out riding my bike about a week ago with Lexus trotting along side me when I hear a dog barking furiously at my oh so wearied self and canine companion.  At this point having just summited a massive 'hill' I could care less about the creature no matter how threatening a vision my imagination could formulate.  Nevertheless, it was such fancies that prompted my eyes </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drivingmyroad.blogspot.com/feeds/106236787842408269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3825113&amp;postID=106236787842408269&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3825113/posts/default/106236787842408269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3825113/posts/default/106236787842408269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drivingmyroad.blogspot.com/2003/08/update-lost-puppy-found-i-was-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Bridget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04031979874296146979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3825113.post-106032440450421988</id><published>2003-08-08T02:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-08T02:53:28.176-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>     With this long overdue post it's obvious I need to get everyone up to speed on my life as of yet but where to start.       Puppies; let's get the saddest of the sad outta' the way.  Two have died (parvo http://www.ambertech.com/whatisp.html -  all 5 plus 1 adult came down with this horrible disease) and one ran away or was stolen.  I still have two beautiful pups and one adult pup that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drivingmyroad.blogspot.com/feeds/106032440450421988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3825113&amp;postID=106032440450421988&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3825113/posts/default/106032440450421988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3825113/posts/default/106032440450421988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drivingmyroad.blogspot.com/2003/08/with-this-long-overdue-post-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Bridget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04031979874296146979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3825113.post-92271935</id><published>2003-04-09T01:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-09T01:26:32.263-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PUPPIES!!!!I have five beautiful, adorable, very, very, very, cute puppies!  Three white ones, a tan one, and a dark brown one!!  Mom is doing well too!  They do need homes though, so if you know someone who needs a good friend give me a ring.  770-229-9458!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drivingmyroad.blogspot.com/feeds/92271935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3825113&amp;postID=92271935&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3825113/posts/default/92271935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3825113/posts/default/92271935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drivingmyroad.blogspot.com/2003/04/puppies-i-have-five-beautiful-adorable.html' title=''/><author><name>Bridget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04031979874296146979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3825113.post-91595913</id><published>2003-03-29T04:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-29T04:30:31.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>From the 9th of May till the 19th I hope very much to be in San Antonio Texas!!!  Actually the 9th and 10th will be spent in North Carolina for a wedding, and then of to Florida for a little fun for a couple of days, and THEN to Texas!  We'll be driving to all of these places until I come home which will be on a plane (first time ever)!!!  I'm very excited but everything is dependent on me gettin</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drivingmyroad.blogspot.com/feeds/91595913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3825113&amp;postID=91595913&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3825113/posts/default/91595913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3825113/posts/default/91595913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drivingmyroad.blogspot.com/2003/03/from-9th-of-may-till-19th-i-hope-very.html' title=''/><author><name>Bridget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04031979874296146979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3825113.post-91473082</id><published>2003-03-27T06:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-27T06:55:51.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tonight's Menu To tip, or not to tip ... there is no question! Bon appétit!      My Wine List     People say if you can't stand the heat get outta' the kitchen.  Well you're gonna have to roast me folks, I'm not backin' down on this.  When people notice I tip more than the standard amounts on a bill, they tend to give me weird looks, or say your crazy, or simply why did you leave that much</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drivingmyroad.blogspot.com/feeds/91473082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3825113&amp;postID=91473082&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3825113/posts/default/91473082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3825113/posts/default/91473082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drivingmyroad.blogspot.com/2003/03/tonights-menu-to-tip-or-not-to-tip.html' title=''/><author><name>Bridget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04031979874296146979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3825113.post-90283440</id><published>2003-03-06T23:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-06T23:59:05.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>~My heart feels so free.~  What bliss it is to know that God loves me for me and not for what I do, or don't do, or need to do.  I know that moments like this can sometimes be fleeting, I mean, when I get caught back up in the troubles of this world and my mind or 'humaness' if you will begins to complicate things, but right now   at this very moment   in Gods arms acknowledging Him and His </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drivingmyroad.blogspot.com/feeds/90283440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3825113&amp;postID=90283440&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3825113/posts/default/90283440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3825113/posts/default/90283440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drivingmyroad.blogspot.com/2003/03/my-heart-feels-so-free.html' title=''/><author><name>Bridget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04031979874296146979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3825113.post-89385832</id><published>2003-02-19T15:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-19T15:36:24.866-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This was a forward and I liked it.  So instead of spamming it I put it here.  I laughed more at the joke that followed than the dialog.If Moses had a computer..."Excuse me, Sir." "Is that you again, Moses?" "I'm afraid it is, Sir." "What is it this time, Moses; more computer problems?" "How did you guess?" "I don't have to guess, Moses.  Remember?" "Oh, yes; I forgot." "Tell me </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drivingmyroad.blogspot.com/feeds/89385832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3825113&amp;postID=89385832&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3825113/posts/default/89385832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3825113/posts/default/89385832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drivingmyroad.blogspot.com/2003/02/this-was-forward-and-i-liked-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Bridget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04031979874296146979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3825113.post-89178048</id><published>2003-02-16T02:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-16T02:26:36.430-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>     If you check here from time to time to get a small glimpse at the inner workings of my brain, I haven't fulfilled your query and I apologize.  I've been busy and although my brain has been swamped I haven't tried to organize the thoughts enough to post something.       However, today I have what I feel to be great news!!  I think my mother is really serious about leaving her boyfriend this </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drivingmyroad.blogspot.com/feeds/89178048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3825113&amp;postID=89178048&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3825113/posts/default/89178048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3825113/posts/default/89178048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drivingmyroad.blogspot.com/2003/02/if-you-check-here-from-time-to-time-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Bridget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04031979874296146979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3825113.post-86161254</id><published>2002-12-17T06:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-17T07:04:18.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>     I'm a last minute stopper.  Ok, let me explain what that means.  Your cruisin t'wards the stop sign, turn or whatever that may require braking.  Most people gradually come to a stop, starting deceleration a good bit before hand, yes?  Not me.  I powerbrake!  This means I go as hard and fast as I can until the last possible moment irrrrrr.r.r..r..r...r stop, I'm restrained by the belt but the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drivingmyroad.blogspot.com/feeds/86161254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3825113&amp;postID=86161254&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3825113/posts/default/86161254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3825113/posts/default/86161254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drivingmyroad.blogspot.com/2002/12/im-last-minute-stopper.html' title=''/><author><name>Bridget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04031979874296146979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3825113.post-85826362</id><published>2002-12-11T01:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-11T01:49:54.663-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There are no words to express my sincere gratitude and ironically I have sat down here to try and do so.  You see,I had recently joked about my idea for a wreath this year, because of a lack of funds for decorations, being to put up a big sheet of paper that had an outline of a wreath and on the inside said "If you see this sign it is time to replace this item: bin #1225" and I had also thought </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drivingmyroad.blogspot.com/feeds/85826362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3825113&amp;postID=85826362&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3825113/posts/default/85826362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3825113/posts/default/85826362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drivingmyroad.blogspot.com/2002/12/there-are-no-words-to-express-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Bridget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04031979874296146979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3825113.post-85824530</id><published>2002-12-11T00:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-11T01:51:05.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>     I'm thankful for this beautiful earth and an able body to live in it, dance, and enjoy all of creation.  I'm thankful for a mind to explore, a heart to love, lungs to breath, and hands to create and help.  I'm thankful for the roof over my head, heat when it's cold and I have gas (and puppies and kittens when there is no gas!)  I'm thankful for warm clothes, shoes, and a coat to protect from</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drivingmyroad.blogspot.com/feeds/85824530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3825113&amp;postID=85824530&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3825113/posts/default/85824530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3825113/posts/default/85824530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drivingmyroad.blogspot.com/2002/12/im-thankful-for-this-beautiful-earth.html' title=''/><author><name>Bridget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04031979874296146979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3825113.post-84576069</id><published>2002-11-15T08:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-15T08:58:07.650-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Starting to feel better.... DEPRESSION RISING! .. FADING... Fading.... fading.....  gone.Whew.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drivingmyroad.blogspot.com/feeds/84576069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3825113&amp;postID=84576069&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3825113/posts/default/84576069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3825113/posts/default/84576069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drivingmyroad.blogspot.com/2002/11/starting-to-feel-better.html' title=''/><author><name>Bridget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04031979874296146979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3825113.post-84047276</id><published>2002-11-05T01:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-05T01:48:55.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>can't restmind unsteady, raceslongings unattainablelonely heart echoes mind, aches added stressthen...final tilt...bedLove befalls deafened tears</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drivingmyroad.blogspot.com/feeds/84047276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3825113&amp;postID=84047276&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3825113/posts/default/84047276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3825113/posts/default/84047276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drivingmyroad.blogspot.com/2002/11/cant-rest-mind-unsteady-races-longings.html' title=''/><author><name>Bridget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04031979874296146979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3825113.post-83761033</id><published>2002-10-30T03:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-10-30T03:15:19.940-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Please keep me in your prayers.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drivingmyroad.blogspot.com/feeds/83761033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3825113&amp;postID=83761033&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3825113/posts/default/83761033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3825113/posts/default/83761033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drivingmyroad.blogspot.com/2002/10/please-keep-me-in-your-prayers.html' title=''/><author><name>Bridget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04031979874296146979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3825113.post-83549382</id><published>2002-10-26T06:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-26T06:15:41.566-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A friend of mine from work stopped by tonight and we had a blast!  He and I went to the same highschool and took chorus together .  We started off playing with Sally and Harry, my two newbie pups, then moved into the 'studio' (a spare bedroom with egg crates on the wall, a keyboard, and a halfway decent sound board.)  He is somewhat musically inclined and began picking out these beautiful chords.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drivingmyroad.blogspot.com/feeds/83549382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3825113&amp;postID=83549382&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3825113/posts/default/83549382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3825113/posts/default/83549382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drivingmyroad.blogspot.com/2002/10/friend-of-mine-from-work-stopped-by.html' title=''/><author><name>Bridget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04031979874296146979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3825113.post-83511606</id><published>2002-10-25T09:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-25T09:43:27.100-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>   In the world of Brigata, things have started to go awry.  There is a roaring storm festering in the land of Gullet.  The once serene lakes have been brutally disturbed by a newly formed river springing abundant near a land called Stoma .... and from a sinister master mind of a foreign world, Foxcadia. The mastermind, as of yet unnamed, gave the leaders of Brigata a seemingly harmless gift that</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drivingmyroad.blogspot.com/feeds/83511606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3825113&amp;postID=83511606&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3825113/posts/default/83511606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3825113/posts/default/83511606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drivingmyroad.blogspot.com/2002/10/in-world-of-brigata-things-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Bridget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04031979874296146979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3825113.post-83283104</id><published>2002-10-21T01:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-21T01:13:56.670-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Lord blesses us in so many ways!!  There is much joy in realizing the slightest things He does for us!  I'm most thankful and the most touched when He blesses me by calming my heart and spirit and straightening my mussed up mind!!  God is the best stress relief!   (Thank God for puppies too!) </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drivingmyroad.blogspot.com/feeds/83283104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3825113&amp;postID=83283104&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3825113/posts/default/83283104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3825113/posts/default/83283104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drivingmyroad.blogspot.com/2002/10/lord-blesses-us-in-so-many-ways-there.html' title=''/><author><name>Bridget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04031979874296146979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3825113.post-82352375</id><published>2002-10-01T01:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-01T01:59:25.423-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>   I don't know where to start!  I have had such a busy weekend filled with so many conflicting, strong emotions.     My brother was married to a very nice young woman Saturday.  I do not know her very well but hopefully that will change.  They are both strong christians and love the Lord with all of their hearts.  My brother has changed so much over the years and I am extremely proud of him.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drivingmyroad.blogspot.com/feeds/82352375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3825113&amp;postID=82352375&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3825113/posts/default/82352375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3825113/posts/default/82352375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drivingmyroad.blogspot.com/2002/10/i-dont-know-where-to-start-i-have-had.html' title=''/><author><name>Bridget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04031979874296146979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3825113.post-82351054</id><published>2002-10-01T01:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-04T01:25:05.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[9/28/2002 4:41:25 AM | Old Post]"I believe that perseverance will overcome failure. We all fail. In fact, I believe we learn more from failure than we often do from success, but only if we persevere. When we carry on, we are rewarded with [courage, hope, and wisdom.] Yet without [each of the other three virtues,] how can we persevere?" Dr. Chad Davies, Run The Race This didn't mean near as </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drivingmyroad.blogspot.com/feeds/82351054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3825113&amp;postID=82351054&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3825113/posts/default/82351054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3825113/posts/default/82351054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drivingmyroad.blogspot.com/2002/10/9282002-44125-am-old-post-i-believe.html' title=''/><author><name>Bridget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04031979874296146979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3825113.post-82350881</id><published>2002-10-01T01:13:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-01T01:14:46.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[9/17/2002 9:43:26 AM | Old Post]Beloved, Let Ol' God Suffice! I try to organize my weary thoughts, LOVE IS REALLY all we got. I forget this simple rule and it kinda' makes me feel like a fool. Everyway I apologize to you, cause I don't know what else to do. Have I treated you bad? Please let me know, else I'll keep on hurting you so. Each day I think of knew things to write. Suprised</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drivingmyroad.blogspot.com/feeds/82350881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3825113&amp;postID=82350881&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3825113/posts/default/82350881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3825113/posts/default/82350881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drivingmyroad.blogspot.com/2002/10/9172002-94326-am-old-post-beloved-let.html' title=''/><author><name>Bridget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04031979874296146979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3825113.post-82350868</id><published>2002-10-01T01:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-01T01:13:03.480-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[9/15/2002 1:59:42 AM | Old Post]I have a friend who really needs your prayers. His grandma passed away this week. He was closer to his grandma than anyone in his family I believe. She stood by him in his decisions when nobody else, including his parents or his church family, would. The viewing was today and I think it might have hit him that he wouldn't see her again. Please pray for God to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drivingmyroad.blogspot.com/feeds/82350868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3825113&amp;postID=82350868&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3825113/posts/default/82350868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3825113/posts/default/82350868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drivingmyroad.blogspot.com/2002/10/9152002-15942-am-old-post-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Bridget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04031979874296146979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3825113.post-82350840</id><published>2002-10-01T01:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-01T01:12:21.183-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[9/9/2002 5:29:41 AM | Old Post]I'm Ready To Love I went to church this morning which in itself was a feat for me 'cause the Davies weren't there and I secretly wanted to go home but I realized I don't go to church for them I go for me and for God (however I enjoy very much being there with them.) I'm glad I stayed! The pastor didn't talk today though. The guy from our class talked, (which I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drivingmyroad.blogspot.com/feeds/82350840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3825113&amp;postID=82350840&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3825113/posts/default/82350840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3825113/posts/default/82350840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drivingmyroad.blogspot.com/2002/10/992002-52941-am-old-post-im-ready-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Bridget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04031979874296146979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3825113.post-82350783</id><published>2002-10-01T01:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-01T01:10:52.213-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[9/4/2002 6:41:09 AM | Old Post]tacent satis laudant </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drivingmyroad.blogspot.com/feeds/82350783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3825113&amp;postID=82350783&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3825113/posts/default/82350783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3825113/posts/default/82350783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drivingmyroad.blogspot.com/2002/10/942002-64109-am-old-post-tacent-satis.html' title=''/><author><name>Bridget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04031979874296146979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3825113.post-82350725</id><published>2002-10-01T01:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-01T01:11:36.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[9/4/2002 5:46:05 AM | Old Post]He speaks to me amidst the stormy sea. In the fierce flooding of words there is a calm, A hush of silence in the howling wind. My mind is beaten with blinding thoughts But my soul is steadfast in vision. I release the storm. I set free Thunderous words that roll in my mind; Bolts of emotion electrify my heads dirty sky, And all the while I sit serene. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drivingmyroad.blogspot.com/feeds/82350725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3825113&amp;postID=82350725&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3825113/posts/default/82350725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3825113/posts/default/82350725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drivingmyroad.blogspot.com/2002/10/942002-54605-am-old-post-he-speaks-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Bridget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04031979874296146979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3825113.post-82350683</id><published>2002-10-01T01:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-01T01:08:26.600-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[9/4/2002 5:09:36 AM | Old Post]heart soars spirit flies flesh under feet mind uplifted thoughts to plunder Wisdom much to seek eyes see no false power sources True Energy abundent </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drivingmyroad.blogspot.com/feeds/82350683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3825113&amp;postID=82350683&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3825113/posts/default/82350683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3825113/posts/default/82350683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drivingmyroad.blogspot.com/2002/10/942002-50936-am-old-post-heart-soars.html' title=''/><author><name>Bridget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04031979874296146979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3825113.post-82350661</id><published>2002-10-01T01:07:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-01T01:09:01.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[9/4/2002 4:47:01 AM | Old Post]Lord, thank You for helping me find more bliss in "Silence" and less in my ignorance! Love Ya!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drivingmyroad.blogspot.com/feeds/82350661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3825113&amp;postID=82350661&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3825113/posts/default/82350661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3825113/posts/default/82350661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drivingmyroad.blogspot.com/2002/10/942002-44701-am-old-post-lord-thank.html' title=''/><author><name>Bridget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04031979874296146979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3825113.post-82350648</id><published>2002-10-01T01:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-01T01:07:17.490-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[8/27/2002 6:37:23 PM | Old Post]The following is my first document in my teaching portfolio: Born on January 26th, 1981, I began my quest for wisdom in a quiet little suburb in East Point, Georgia. My grandfather, my first teacher and friend, at an early age instilled in me a thirst for knowledge . In collaboration with my grandmother and mother, he bustled me off to pre-k, kindergarden, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drivingmyroad.blogspot.com/feeds/82350648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3825113&amp;postID=82350648&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3825113/posts/default/82350648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3825113/posts/default/82350648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drivingmyroad.blogspot.com/2002/10/8272002-63723-pm-old-post-following-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Bridget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04031979874296146979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3825113.post-82350611</id><published>2002-10-01T01:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-01T01:06:29.270-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[8/25/2002 7:28:58 PM | Old Post]I'm Blogging...YAAAAAAY! Life is GOOD! God Has blessed me with an abundance of strength and I thank Him! This strength has it's purpose. Many of my loved ones are going through stressful times right now and need me, if for nothing else, to be an ear. It's much easier to listen when you aren't too stressed and you are clearheaded. I finally got to dance </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drivingmyroad.blogspot.com/feeds/82350611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3825113&amp;postID=82350611&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3825113/posts/default/82350611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3825113/posts/default/82350611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drivingmyroad.blogspot.com/2002/10/8252002-72858-pm-old-post-im-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>Bridget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04031979874296146979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3825113.post-82350534</id><published>2002-10-01T01:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-01T01:04:18.766-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[6/26/2002 4:04:35 AM | Old Post.]A little stream of conscience for ya'! The first one was written a while back: Faith? Are we life circumstantial, purpose, planned Is the Eye upon us, in us, or at hand Untitled love, hate, fear gifts that I hold dear given to learn student of life lessons learned knowledge gained sister of pain me brother cain I beg, plea ...in vain? </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drivingmyroad.blogspot.com/feeds/82350534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3825113&amp;postID=82350534&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3825113/posts/default/82350534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3825113/posts/default/82350534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drivingmyroad.blogspot.com/2002/10/6262002-40435-am-old-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Bridget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04031979874296146979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3825113.post-82350510</id><published>2002-10-01T01:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-01T01:03:33.720-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[6/22/2002 4:33:57 AM | Old Post.]I think stupid movies should come with warning labels!    My roomate just spent $4.00 for us to watch Another Teen Movie. Stupid, let me say that again, !Stupid! movie! I'm not real big on the new teen movie fad and this particular movie is a teen movie mocking teen movies. The really sad thing is that I've actually seen most of the movies alluded to and then </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drivingmyroad.blogspot.com/feeds/82350510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3825113&amp;postID=82350510&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3825113/posts/default/82350510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3825113/posts/default/82350510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drivingmyroad.blogspot.com/2002/10/6222002-43357-am-old-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Bridget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04031979874296146979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3825113.post-82350454</id><published>2002-10-01T01:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-01T01:02:22.686-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[6/15/2002 1:08:03 PM | Bridget White/ Old Post.]    So I went to my bible study today, we talked about many things but one concept has been stuck in my head. We all ask God to supply our needs, not wants (although somtimes we want things so badly we think we neeed them), but needs. I was asked to recognize these needs and to consider asking for wisdom, since God already supplies our needs, on </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drivingmyroad.blogspot.com/feeds/82350454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3825113&amp;postID=82350454&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3825113/posts/default/82350454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3825113/posts/default/82350454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drivingmyroad.blogspot.com/2002/10/6152002-10803-pm-bridget-white-old.html' title=''/><author><name>Bridget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04031979874296146979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
